<p>I’m having a whine and cheese party.</p>
<p>Yesterday I attended the funeral home visitation of a woman in my Bible Study who finally lost her 9-year wrestling match with a brain tumor, leaving behind two kids, 13 and 10. </p>
<p>I came home from that to find a notice from our insurance company denying my daughter’s $650 emergency room claim. (See the “get it off your chest” thread.)</p>
<p>My H got home and I was still fighting with insurance, and hadn’t fixed any supper. So we went out for dinner. And while we were eating, a teenage girl walked in the restaurant and asked who owned the green Prizm she just hit. We do.</p>
<p>There are sunny sides to these stories. My friend was one of the most upbeat, inspirational people I have ever been blessed to know. My D indeed did not have a life-threatening illness (although how they expect 18 year olds to pre-diagnose, I don’t know. Imagine watching my D pass out in the dorm bathroom, and thinking she needed medical care! Silly dorm mates.) And - very low on the list, admittedly - I’m glad we drove the old Prizm and not the new Mini last night. And the girl who hit our car is the daughter of a friend, and I have confidence that all will be well. And a lady walked up to us as we were leaving the restaurant because she wanted to congratulate us on how well we handled the situation with the car, and if her kid was ever in that situation, she hoped her kid would get to deal with folks like us. So that made me feel good.</p>
<p>If anybody has any advice about the ER insurance, I’d love to hear it. I will contact the hospital today, and try to see if they can re-file the claim. If not, I will appeal it myself. But it really seems ridiculous to base payment on the diagnosis rather than the symptoms. </p>
<p>Today is my S1’s 25th birthday! Today will be better, because I got the bad stuff over with yesterday. Right?</p>